I dance until I’m numb.
I sing until I’m free.
Music is my escape;
My way to be me.

What is Love really?
Is it really affection?
Or an obsession?
The line is blurred

When you love someone
So madly
That you lose yourself
Is that love?

Constantly thinking, analyzing,
Obsessing
Every detail of a relationship
Is that out of affection?

The pain in your chest
Thinking about them with someone else
Is that jealousy because of affection?
I am not convinced

She can’t let go
Of the one that makes her sad
Because he used to be
The only one making her happy

Letting go of him
Seems impossible
It will be one of the hardest things
She could ever think to do

What’s truely harder though
Is holding on to him
When deep down she knows
He will never love her back

Goodbyes always hurt the most
When the book is closed
Before she had a chance
To read the final chapter